'Mr Sanders opened the door of the bedroom and switched on the light. I don't know which of us saw it first…
'Mrs Sanders was lying on the floor, face downwards - dead.
'I got to her first. I knelt down and took her hand and felt for the pulse, but it was useless, the arm itself was cold and stiff. Just by her head was a stocking filled with sand - the weapon she had been struck down with. Miss Trollope, silly creature, was moaning and moaning by the door and holding her head. Sanders gave a great cry of "My wife, my wife," and rushed to her. I stopped him touching her. You see, I was sure at the moment he had done it, and there might have been something that he wanted to take away or hide.
'"Nothing must be touched," I said. "Pull yourself together, Mr Sanders. Miss Trollope, please go down and fetch the manager."
'I stayed there, kneeling by the body. I wasn't going to leave Sanders alone with it And yet I was forced to admit that if the man was acting, he was acting marvellously. He looked dazed and bewildered and scared out of his wits.
'The manager was with us in no time. He made a quick inspection of the room then turned us all out and locked the door, the key of which he took. Then he went off and telephoned to the police. It seemed a positive age before they came (we learnt afterwards that the line was out of order). The manager had to send a messenger to the police station, and the Hydro is right out of the town, up on the edge of the moor, and Mrs Carpenter tried us all very severely. She was so pleased at her prophecy of "Never two without three" coming true so quickly. Sanders, I hear, wandered out into the grounds, clutching his head and groaning and displaying every sign of grief.
'However, the police came at last. They went upstairs with the manager and Mr Sanders. Later they sent down for me. I went up. The inspector was there, sitting at a table writing. He was an intelligent-looking man and I liked him.
'"Miss Jane Marple?" he said.
'"Yes."
'"I understand, madam, that you were present when the body of the deceased was found?"
'I said I was and I described exactly what had occurred.
'I think it was a relief to the poor man to find someone who could answer his questions coherently, having previously had to deal with Sanders and Emily Trollope, who, I gather, was completely demoralized - she would be, the silly creature! I remember my dear mother teaching me that a gentlewoman should always be able to control herself in public, however much she may give way in private.'
'An admirable maxim,' said Sir Henry gravely.
'When I had finished the inspector said:
'"Thank you, madam. Now I'm afraid I must ask you just to look at the body once more. Is that exactly the position in which it was lying when you entered the room? It hasn't been moved in any way?"
'I explained that I had prevented Mr Sanders from doing so, and the inspector nodded approval.
'"The gentleman seems terribly upset," he remarked.
'"He seems so - yes," I replied.
'I don't think I put any special emphasis on the "seems", but the inspector looked at me rather keenly.
'"So we can take it that the body is exactly as it was when found?" he said.
'"Except for the hat, yes," I replied.
The inspector looked up sharply.
'"What do you mean - the hat?"
'I explained that the hat had been on poor Gladys's head, whereas now it was lying beside her. I thought, of course, that the police had done this. The inspector, however, denied it emphatically. Nothing had, as yet, been moved or touched. He stood looking down at that poor prone figure with a puzzled frown. Gladys was dressed in her outdoor clothes - a big dark-red tweed coat with a grey fur collar. The hat, a cheap affair of red felt, lay just by her head.
'The inspector stood for some minutes in silence, frowning to himself. Then an idea struck him.
'"Can you, by any chance, remember, madam, whether there were earrings in the ears, or whether the deceased habitually wore earrings?"
'Now fortunately I am in the habit of observing closely. I remembered that there had been a glint of pearls just below the hat brim, though I had paid no particular notice to it at the time. I was able to answer his first question in the affirmative.
'"Then that settles it The lady's jewel case was rifled - not that she had anything much of value, I understand - and the rings were taken from her fingers. The murderer must have forgotten the earrings, and come back for them after the murder was discovered. A cool customer! Or perhaps - " He stared round the room and said slowly, "He may have been concealed here in this room - all the time."
'But I negatived that idea. I myself, I explained, looked under the bed. And the manager had opened the doors of the wardrobe. There was nowhere else where a man could hide. It is true the hat cupboard was locked in the middle of the wardrobe, but as that was only a shallow affair with shelves, no one could have been concealed there.
The inspector nodded his head slowly whilst I explained all this.
'"I'll take your word for it, madam," he said. "In that case, as I said before, he must have come back. A very cool customer."
'"But the manager locked the door and took the key!"
'"That's nothing. The balcony and the fire escape - that's the way the thief came. Why, as likely as not, you actually disturbed him at work. He slips out of the window, and when you've all gone, back he comes and goes on with his business."
'"You are sure," I said, "that there was a thief?"
'He said dryly:
'"Well, it looks like it, doesn't it?"
'But something in his tone satisfied me. I felt that he wouldn't take Mr Sanders in the role of the bereaved widower too seriously.
'You see, I admit it frankly. I was absolutely under the opinion of what I believe our neighbours, the French, call the idee fixe. I knew that that man, Sanders, intended his wife to die. What I didn't allow for was that strange and fantastic thing, coincidence. My views about Mr Sanders were - I was sure of it - absolutely right and true. The man was a scoundrel. But although his hypocritical assumptions of grief didn't deceive me for a minute, I do remember feeling at the time that his surprise and bewilderment were marvellously well done. They seemed absolutely natural - if you know what I mean. I must admit that after my conversation with the inspector, a curious feeling of doubt crept over me. Because if Sanders had done this dreadful thing, I couldn't imagine any conceivable reason why he should creep back by means of the fire escape and take the earrings from his wife's ears; It wouldn't have been a sensible thing to do, and Sanders was such a very sensible man - that's just why I always felt he was so dangerous.'
Miss Marple looked round at her audience.
'You see, perhaps, what I am coming to? It is, so often, the unexpected that happens in this world. I was so sure, and that, I think, was what blinded me. The result came as a shock to me. For it was proved, beyond any possible doubt, that Mr Sanders could not possibly have committed the crime… '
A surprised gasp came from Mrs Bantry. Miss Marple turned to her.
'I know, my dear, that isn't what you expected when I began this story. It wasn't what I expected either. But facts are facts, and if one is proved to be wrong, one must just be humble about it and start again. That Mr Sanders was a murderer at heart I knew - and nothing ever occurred to upset that firm conviction of mine.
'And now, I expect, you would like to hear the actual facts themselves. Mrs Sanders, as you know, spent the afternoon playing bridge with some friends, the Mortimers. She left them at about a quarter past six. From her friends' house to the Hydro was about a quarter of an hour's walk - less if one hurried. She must have come in then about six-thirty. No one saw her come in, so she must have entered by the side door and hurried straight up to her room. There she changed (the fawn coat and skirt she wore to the bridge party were hanging up in the cupboard) and was evidently preparing to go out again, when the blow fell. Quite possibly they say, she never even knew who struck her. The sandbag, I understand, is a very efficient weapon. That looks as though the attackers were concealed in the room, possibly in one of the big wardrobe cupboards - the one she didn't open.